Where The Ice Gives Way Chapter 101

**Blake**

Charlotte lies beneath me, naked and glowing in the moonlight, her skin silver and warm under my hands. I’m buried inside her, and the feeling is so overwhelming I can barely breathe. She’s tight, hot, pulsing around me, and every tiny shift of her hips sends sparks racing up my spine. I hold still, forearms braced beside her head, fighting the instinct to move harder and faster. This is her first time. Our first time. I won’t rush it. I can’t. Her eyes are glassy, lashes wet with unshed tears, but she smiles up at me, soft, dazed, and glowing, as she whispers, “Perfect. You’re perfect.”

I lower my head and kiss her, pouring every bit of love and awe into the press of my lips. Her hands slide up my back, nails grazing lightly, and I feel Lex rise close to the surface, rumbling with the same desperate need I’m barely containing. She tastes like strawberries and cream, and I want to drown in her.

I start to move with gentle, shallow rolls of my hips that let her adjust. Each stroke pulls a soft sound from her throat, and I drink them in like they’re oxygen. The rhythm builds gradually, instinctive, our bodies learning each other in the quiet dark. Skin against skin. Breath against breath. The wet, intimate slide where we’re joined feels sacred and filthy all at once. “Lotty…” My voice comes out wrecked. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”

She arches beneath me, meeting my next thrust with a little gasp that shoots straight to my dick. Her legs wrap around my waist, heels pressing into the small of my back, urging me deeper. I give her what she wants, rocking harder, still careful, and watching her face for any sign of discomfort. There is none—only pleasure blooming across her features, lips parted, cheeks flushed.

The lust and love tangle so tightly I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. I need her. I want her. I love her so much it hurts. Every thrust pushes me closer to the edge, but I hold back, grinding slow and deep, angling so I can feel her clench around me when I hit that spot that makes her whimper my name.

Time loses meaning. There’s only the creak of the bed, the silver spill of moonlight across her breasts, the way her hair fans out on the pillow like silk. Only the slick heat of her, the way her inner walls flutter and grip me tighter with every roll of my hips. Only Charlotte—my mate, my everything—falling apart so beautifully beneath me. I lean down, brushing my lips along her jaw, her throat, the sensitive spot just below her ear. Her scent floods me—sweet, aroused, mine. Lex pushes harder, instincts roaring—the urge to mark her surges through me like fire.

I slow my thrusts until I’m barely moving, buried to the hilt, grinding in small circles that make her moan softly. My mouth hovers over the curve where her neck meets her shoulder. I can feel my canines lengthening, my wolf so close to the surface I taste the wildness on my tongue. “Lotty,” I rasp against her skin, voice trembling with restraint and raw need. “Can I mark you? Please… I want to make you mine in every way.” She turns her head slightly, offering her neck without hesitation. Her fingers thread into my hair, holding me close. Her voice is breathless, but certain. “Yes, Blake. Yes.”

The word snaps something inside me. I kiss the spot first, then let my teeth graze her skin. She shudders beneath me, a fresh wave of arousal dosing me. I thrust again, deep and let my instincts guide me as I bite down. The moment my teeth sink into her flesh, the bond flares open like lightning. A rush of sensation floods between us—her pleasure, her love, her trust—crashing into mine until I can’t tell where I end and she begins. Shanti’s golden presence meets Lex in a brilliant, howling surge. Charlotte cries out, back arching sharply, her walls clamping down around me in rhythmic pulses that drag me right to the edge with her. “Blake—oh god—”

I growl against her neck, the sound vibrating through the fresh mark. Blood and bond and pure ecstasy mix on my tongue. I lick the wound instinctively, sealing it, and the taste of her sends me spiralling. My hips snap forward harder now, my control fraying. The rhythm turns desperate but still tender, with deep, rolling thrusts that chase the pleasure building at the base of my spine. Charlotte meets every stroke, nails digging into my shoulders, her moans turning into broken whimpers of my name. The pressure coils tighter, hotter. I can feel her climbing again, right alongside me, the bond feeding every sensation back and forth until we’re lost in it together. “Again, Lotty,” I pant against her marked skin. “I’m so close—please, baby, let me feel you.” 

Charlotte’s hands tighten in my hair. She turns her head further, lips brushing the juncture of my neck and shoulder. Her breath is hot, trembling. “My turn,” she whispers, voice husky and reverent. Before I can respond, her teeth find my skin. The sharp, perfect sting of her bite sends a shockwave through me so intense the world tilts. Pain blooms for half a heartbeat, then explodes into something otherworldly. This isn’t the bond I’ve heard stories about. This is more. Colours I’ve never seen burst behind my eyelids, starlight and auroras and liquid gold swirling through my veins. I feel her soul brush against mine, not just emotions or thoughts, but the very essence of Charlotte.

The bond doesn’t just connect us. It merges us. For one endless, suspended moment, we are not two souls touching—we are one soul, vast and infinite, echoing across the universe like the birth of stars. The pleasure amplifies beyond anything physical. “Blake—” Her cry is muffled against my neck as she licks the fresh mark, sealing it. My hips stutter, rhythm turning desperate, as I drive deeper, chasing the overwhelming wave crashing over us both. She clenches around me so hard I see galaxies. A cry tears from her throat, her whole body trembling beneath mine as pleasure rips through her and straight into me through the completed bond. I feel every ripple of her ecstasy as if it’s my own, multiplied a thousandfold. I follow her over the edge with a guttural groan that vibrates through both our chests. My release surges, pulse after pulse, buried as deep as I can go. The orgasm isn’t just physical, it’s soul-deep, a cataclysm of light and heat and pure connection that leaves me shaking, undone. 

I collapse carefully onto my forearms and press my forehead to hers. Our breaths mingle, and the fresh marks on our necks throb in tandem, glowing faintly before fading into delicate silver scars that will be visible only to our wolves and us. Charlotte’s fingers trace lazy patterns on my back. “Blake… that was…” I kiss her softly, tasting salt and strawberries and forever. “More than I ever imagined,” I whisper.